Then, at 43 minutes, the scene changed. Maya finds a red door in the bedroom that wasn't there before. She opens it. Inside is not a closet. It's a server room. Racks of blinking hard drives. And on every monitor, a different movie—some unreleased, some classics, all playing at 1.5x speed.

He lunged for the door. The handle was red hot. He screamed, but the rain outside was louder.

Arjun's blood went cold. He didn't type that. He slammed the power button on the CPU. The fans whirred louder. They didn't stop.

The red light on his webcam turned on. He had taped over it with black electrical tape. The tape was now on the floor.